Yesterday on my way home from work, I stopped by a friend’s house to pick something up. She opened the door with a warm welcome, and I went in (a house that is not mine!).
We sat at her kitchen table, and we talked for almost two hours (without masks!). Oh, how fun!
When I left, she tucked a package of homemade brownies in the box. (What is this craziness? Since when can we share food??)
It was the weirdest, perfectly normal experience.
All evening, I kept thinking about it.
And it’s the brownies I can’t shake. A simple act of kindness that bowls me over when I realize how much time has passed since I’ve been on either end of that exchange.